#I’ll never be ok

[star-burrry]

Thinking about Brennan, Booth, and Sweets again.

[meowharhar]

send help my wife (ao3) was sent to and is still in war (got a ddos attack) and has been in the hospital for 3 months consecutively (volunteers are working hard to get ao3 back up). my three children and i (two cats and three longfics i downloaded) miss her very much and wish her a safe recovery.

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 8:

season 2, episode 4, “Neverland”:

TW: episode is about child abuse

- there is nothing capable of preparing me for this episode

- these posts are very quickly becoming my reaction to the episode rather than an analysis of queer behavior and we all have to live with that

- i love that morse is in a choir but it also doesn’t make any sense to me that he would willingly engage in a group activity

- let alone when the group activity is inherently religious

- bro just made escaping from prison look easy

- morse is never gonna wear that scarf ever again 😐

- “bloody place turns my guts. bleach, sweat, boiled cabbage, and everything on tick. never-neverland.”

- i’m gonna write my dissertation about jakes

- the way that people just did absolutely nothing about child abuse in that period is absolutely wild to me

- “we’re not strangers, we’re coppers!”

- believe it or not, that does not make it better thursday!

- i need to pay attention to this episode

- because this is the one plot i could not get to add up the first time i saw it

- actively keeping notes below this as we speak

- the way morse huddled under thursday’s umbrella he’s so 🥺🥺🥺

- MORSE IS A MUNCHHHHHHHH

- munch activity

- i can’t blame him i’m also obsessed with monica

- the wintergreens are so annoying

- jakes is a fucking flirt with any man he’s in a ten mile radius of and i hate him for it

- also i love him

- wish i was him

- it’s all very complex!

- morse stopping to look at engagement rings 🫤🫤🫤

- strange is so embarrassing

- i’m obsessed with him

- jakes coming to morse with URGENCY to tell him about the kid

- childhood trauma bonds them and i will not elaborate

- jakes reaction to the guy pulled out of the water 🥲

- his actor does such a good job being subtle but intentional i’m obsessed

- morse has such a short temperament for people who are bad at their jobs and i respect it so much

- everyone shut the fuck up

- i feel PHYSICALLY SICK watching jakes meet deare

- the way his face just changes so completely is fucking sick.

- and morse being the only one who noticed the sudden change in him 🤮🤮🤮🤮

- ALSO jakes’ face when morse is discussing the origin of aldridge’s coat

- it’s like he’s terrified morse is going to figure everything out but he’s also desperate for morse to figure everything out

- his voice is so small i want to be DONE

- morse is so quickly able to tie it to blenheim vale i am obsessed with his brain

- “i didn’t stay in oxford to work under mcknutt”

- you TELL HIM MORSE

- comparing them to the lost boys in neverland is so insane to me

- because FIRST OF ALL the use of the word “lost” is devastating. not only were they ‘troubled’ when they were kids, making them undesirable and easy to get rid of, but it also implies that they would never feel safe or at home in their future ever again because of what happened to them at Vale.

- they are the lost boys because they were never granted security in childhood and therefore will never feel it as adults

- BUT ALSO.

- the idea that the lost boys are known and remembered for never growing up

- they never get older.

- none of them will ever move past their childhoods because of what happened at the Vale. they will never grow past it. they will never grow up.

- i am FUCKING SICK.

- morse thinks of the most normal thing he can imagine if he can’t be a cop because he thinks being a cop is all that makes him special

- “it’s what people do”

- morse, babes, YOU are not people

- county police being helpful for once

- morse hates old white men (not thursday) as a RULE and i respect him for it

- “oh, Jesus” “you alright?”

- ^jakes seeing that wintergreen is dead

- i’m ending it all

- everything about jakes in this episode is so fucking personal and he’s so deeply affected by everything and can’t show it

- deare is so sketchy and thursday is the only one who clocks it

- benny topling being the first time they see how messed up the kids are is so…….

- like do you think once morse realized jakes was there he put it together? like do you suppose he realized that jakes must be so traumatized he can’t even talk about it???? because i bet he put it together

- doorknobs in britain are way too high up

- why is it by her head

- they should be low

- like? where your hand is?

- jakes handling the beads 😀 i’m so normal about him i promise 😀

- “there were five or six of us, and Petey. Petey Williams…. Me, George, Benny, Ed, and the two Petes. Big Pete, little Pete.”

- “Little Pete what?”

- he’s figuring it out. i hate it here!

- they were FUCKING CHILDREN. THEY WERE KIDS. LITTLE KIDS.

- sometimes i think morse should be allowed to fucking murder people

- “One weekend, Big Pete went off, and we all knew where he’d gone, only this time he never came back.”

- the way they all tried to find him after they got out and never did 😀 i can’t handle this shit rn

- the fact that the fucking cops are helping cover it up i HATEEEEE it here

- props to dr fairbridge for not abusing them but also fuck him for never doing anything to help them

- bright needs to get OFF his high horse and listen to morse

- not a single person cares who you’re friends with! not a single person cares how high up or powerful they are! they are bastards and child abusers trying to cover up their crimes!!

- everyone say thank you frazil!!!

- fr keeping morse alive another day via the newspaper

- dying because morse recognizes that jakes is someone he can trust and therefore seeks him out to help him

- “little pete” 😧

- he’s so gentle when he says it i’m dying

- the way jakes leans across the table and reaches for morse

- i will #neverforgive morse for just LEAVING JAKES LIKE THAT

- i know you’re in a hurry and i know you need him to join you because you trust him

- but listen.

- you could have said ANYTHING to make him feel less guilty about what he did

- and less guilty about not being able to go

- he shouldn’t have just walked away

- angela did what she SHOULD have done and i support her

- she did what morse and thursday and jakes should all be doing tbh

- look, murder is wrong! but in this scenario it is the only. option.

- thursday gives morse the option to leave and tells him he won’t think less of him, while morse made jakes feel bad for not pulling through

- woah!

- they fr just shot him

- 0 warning

- that was crazy

- murdering a FRIEND in cold blood just to frame morse is so crazy

- “history is written by the survivors” so… not you?

- morse panicking when he hears the second gun shot 😭 i hate him but he’s so baby

- GO ANGELA GO

- NO ANGELA NO

- morse getting arrested and no one doing ANYTHING to help him is fucking insane

- bright just fucking stands there

- jakes 🥲

- he looks like a child in that shot of him

- because they’re the lost boys

- and they don’t get to grow up

- the three musketeers finally finding Pete’s body is my final straw

- you’ll all be glad to know that i understood the plot this time!

- i am no longer an idiot

[gullable-fool]

They always like but they never follow 😔

[imsiriuslyreading]

i hereby denounce my friendship with @industrations .

it’s been fun (mostly, i’ve tolerated a fair amount of sad remus lupin art but we won’t go into that now), and i love them with my whole heart but i’ve always wondered where the line is.

this is it. this is the line.

farewell, indibops. two days before my birthday i’m accosted with this?

you’ve made yourself an enemy.

(p.s this is beautifully written and you’re very clever and talented)

I'm scared that I’ll forget the way it feels.

It’s dark and cold in the small, dingy London flat. Remus doesn’t remember the last time he’d been able to pay for the electricity bill. He’s sitting on the ground in front of the sofa; sometimes, it feels safer. His hands are freezing, and his bones ache. He pulls the wool of his jumper down over his shaking fingers as he reaches for the video camera, turning it on.

Lily’s freckled face comes into view, her emerald eyes bright as she looks up at him behind the lens. “Come on give me that.” There is some rustling as Lily takes over the camera, and he himself comes into view looking awkward, scratching his head. 

“Why Do I have to do it? It’s my camera.” 

“Because you’re always filming us, and I want to have memories of you too.” 

“Lily-”

“Come on, show them!” The camera shakes as Lily hops excitedly. They’re in Lily’s kitchen, and there is flour covering all the surfaces. He sees himself turn around to pick up a lopsided cake. Sixteen candles make a circle around the wobbly letters. ‘Happy birthday Sirius’ 

 Remus quickly switches through the following videos. Peter’s cheeks are red from the cold as he changes into wormtail, jumping through the fluffy layers of snow. James is on his broom, telling them to watch as he does tricks, diving and soaring through the air. At a party, Marlene, Mary, and Lily standing on the table singing the lyrics to Dancing Queen.

His breath catches at the first sound of the barking laugh that spills out of the tiny speakers. Sirius is as beautiful as Remus always remembers. They’re by the ocean, and his black hair whips around him wildly as the shallow waves lick at their feet. 

“Moony, moony watch this!” Remus watches as Sirius creeps up to James, jumping on him and dragging him into the waves. James shrieks as they both hit the water.

“Padfoot, you bastard!” They’re laughing and start wrestling, trying to pull the other under. Remus presses the arrow button, and the next video appears. 

Sirius in bed, his hair strewn around the pillow around his head like a halo. Mismatched sheets rumpled around him. He lazily turns to face the camera and scrunches his nose when he sees that Remus is filming. “What,” he says, trying to look stern, but his eyes tell a different story. 

“Tell me what you just said.” Sirius buries his head into the pillow, and Remus pokes his side, making him jump. “C’mon pads, own up to it.” Sirius turns his head slightly, peeking out with one eye, cheeks flushed with a wide grin. 

“I love you more than James.”

The screen goes black. And it’s cold, so very cold. Remus shakes as tears drip onto the tiny screen. He runs to the bathroom and dry heaves into the toilet. His lungs ache from all the smoking. But above all, it hurts; it aches so much as the memories flash before his eyes. 

Every week. Every single week, Remus does this. He sits on the floor in his tiny, freezing flat and pulls out the camera. Every week, he clicks through the videos, heart pounding, burning in his chest. Every week, his breath catches when he hears that laugh. And every week, it stings and nags and throbs, eating at his insides. But Remus is scared. Scared that he’ll forget the way it felt, the way it feels. He takes out the camera every week again and again to prove that this was real. That he was real.

[id-throw-my-pie-for-you]

Yellowjackets absolutely destroyed me tonight. Wow 😭

[pop-squeak]

weekends on glass shard beach

[blaithnne]

Thinking about Johanna not knowing she’s part fae, and being unable to understand why living a normal human life is so easy for everyone else but not her, and how intrinsically neurodivergent that is

[jess-tra]

more of my swap au.. hi siffrin!!! hi!!!!!!!

first au post

[arcanegifs]

god i fucking love this show. never has a piece of media made me block off my schedules just to sit down and make a ton of gifs all fucking day. never.

[mossyscavern]

I’d give my T-cog and my spark to you.

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D-16 groans, optics fluttering online.

Staring up at the sky, servo rubbing his helm, trying to recalibrate with what happened. He sat up and saw that Orion is online too, trying to wake elita up. ‘He’s gonna get punched in the face again.’

D thought, shaking his helm, before immediately remembering something important.

He frantically got up and looks around the surface, yellow optics scan the jagged surroundings before spotting a familiar pair of peds, upside down and kicking. “Bee!” He shouts, climbing up the hill mount.

He grabs both ankle guards, pulled and revealed the happy yellow sparkling, upside down and giggly. “Hi Dee!” The youngling says, smiling.

D sighs in relief and flips him up right before putting him back down. “You ok? How’s your helm?” D fuses, checking bee’s helm and plating for dents.

“Uhm… it hurts but it doesn’t?” Bee asks, helm tilt slightly to the left. D huffs a chuckle, not immune to the adorable sparkling bee is.

For a nanoklilk, D-16 hears elita-1 screaming her helm off. Both bots turn to the pink fury and saw her pacing and screaming, then went and punch a mountain, Orion trying to talk to her before she snatches the device.

D-16 cringed at the whole one sided conversation between Orion and elita, where bee looked worried at the three before looking up at the sky, getting D’s attention and point to the gradient the surface offered.

It worked very well as D stares directly up at the sky, bee smiles holding D’s servo before he forced out a yelp as someone picks him up, making him let go of the servo. Confused he looks up and saw it was elita-1.

“Hi! I’m b-127, or bee! Or badassatron! Are you coming with us-?” he babbled on, elita continues to walk while Orion waits for D-16 before following elita.

Orion turned and snorts, seeing an impressive scowl as the yellow optic bot stares daggers at elita-1. “What?” D asked, turning to Orion. “Sorry, just that you’re staring daggers at our ex-commander- what’s she do anyway?”

D-16 huffs and crosses his arm guards, for a couple of kliks he sighed and finally-. “She took my baby.” He confessed, that got a laugh out of Orion and that made D punch him in the shoulder pad.

“Sorry, sorry.. I didn’t think you’d say it out loud.” He chuckles, patting D’s shoulder guard. “Does that mean he’s our baby then?” Orion asks, earning him a hiss from D-16. “You’re the cousin that makes regrettably life choices, pax.”

“… rude, but ouch, don’t like how quick you answered.” Orion says, but D-16 stopped listening. Yellow optics focused on bee, who’s chatting elita-1’s audible off. ‘Serves her right.’ D thought, smirking at her annoyed expression.

When blue optics meet his yellow one’s bee waved his servo, a bright smile on the sparkling’s faceplates. This made D smile as he himself waved back to bee.

He chuckled to himself and kept on walking, servos hitting the metallic rocks beneath. ‘Primus, this is lot to take in. We find the matrix, I’m heading back up.’

D thought, crossing his arms, staring out at the horizon. Thinking about bringing Orion and bee with him too, maybe making it a forever home again…

It’s wishful thinking, but it’s something he can put up with.

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… I present.. a gift for @yuukirita for deceptibee, babybee and a lot more!

Oh! And also for @yourplaywright too cause… I love their warm colours fic that they finished… (That and I can’t stretch out to express my gratitude)

I-… I don’t know if I’m gonna do it again, uh… this is actually my very first transformers fic since… ever! And a baby fic too!

But all around what had lead to this story? I… wanted to write something…

[formulanni]

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Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[watchingwisteria]

aziraphale, the one who gave the first human exiles his flaming sword as both a source of protection and warmth, who did not look on them as sinners deserving of destruction but people entitled to the best chances possible, has never once looked at crowley, a heavenly exile, with anything other than compassion and a desire to protect. from their first meeting, he never wanted anything bad to happen to him. when crowley slithers up to him in eden, he treats him like an equal rather than an adversary. when crowley appears, his eyes fill with love and excitement, his gaze turns soft and hesitant, his whole body seizes with joy of seeing him. crowley might typically the one to seek him out, but aziraphale has always welcomed him home.

[lotus-pear]

new reblog game just dropped‼️ reblog this with a description of your fav bsd ship without explicitly stating either of the character’s names and we have to guess the pairing

[ncrsbrg]

Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted?

- No, but I once got very close.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

give us emo yuri and we’re on board. it’s that simple.